Disclaimer: I don't own it. Though, I really wish I did.

AN: I don't even know what to say about this one. Honestly, the reason this one even started getting written is because I wanted to name a character something and needed a story that worked with that desire.

Also, I now have three stories with Slytherin Princesses involved. Hopefully this one is somewhat different but right now I say to hell with it. I like Slytherin Harrys whether they're male or female. I especially like them all powerful and commanding.

A five year old left on a dark street in London should never have been something to occur, but, unfortunately, it did. Half an hour previous, a car had driven onto this particular street and shoved a sick, fever-ridden five year old out the door and onto the sidewalk before driving off, the occupants laughing horrifically.

Any other five year old would have ended up kidnapped, or dead considering the child was already so sick and it was the middle of winter with snow covering the ground everywhere and a very low temperature. It was, in fact, a temperature that was a record low for England and especially London.

This child was stumbling around in the cold, pulling on doors to try to find a building she could enter to hide from the snow as it was only coming down faster. She knew instinctively that she would die unless she got away from it. She had no coat and had only tennis shoes for shoes that were old, holey and too big for her anyway.

She finally found one that opened and quickly went inside, stumbling up to the counter and breathing hard.

"Are you lost, sweetheart? You must be a child from someone in the Alley. You need to find your parents, alright? Follow me."

Tom hadn't seen the child enter but knew she must have belonged to someone in the Alley so he opened it for her. She must have gotten locked out. He let her go through and then resealed it behind her with a small shake of his head. Children!

The girl looked all around her and then decided to head for the most important looking building for help. As she got closer, she realized it was apparently called Gringotts.

She shrugged and entered the building. She didn't know what on earth these things were and coughed hard from being sick before going up to one of them, holding onto the small deer she had tighter.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was small and hoarse from coughing. The…whatever it was…looked down at her.

"Can I help you, Miss…?"

"My name is Holly Potter. And I don't know where I am or what to do. I need to find somewhere I can stay."

Holly soon learned, from what she also learned were goblins, that the Potter family was very rich. They sent her on her way shortly after her entry with a sack of gold and instructed her that she could rent a room from several placed in the Alley even as a child.

With that in mind, she left the bank and headed where she had been told to. As she coughed, she didn't notice anyone in front of her until it was too late and she'd already run into the man and fallen on her backside.

She looked up at the much taller man nervously. He looked nice but that didn't mean anything to her.

"H-hi sir. I'm s—" She broke off to cough again. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

The man knelt down beside her, helping her to stand up again. "That's alright, what's your name dear? I can help you find your parents. A child as young as you shouldn't have run off." His tone was stern but his eyes still danced with kindness. They were a very warm violet in color that relaxed Holly as she met his eyes.

"I don't have parents. My name is Holly Potter. They died in a car crash when I was little and I don't remember them." She spoke strongly, even though she had to break off coughing every few words.

The man took off his jacket and hung it around her shoulders, helping her put her arms through the holes. Though it was too big for her and swallowed her, the jacket was very warm and she hugged herself.

"And where, then, are you going?"

"The goblins told me a place that would rent a room to me."

"How about you come home with me?"

Having never been told to not go with strangers, mainly because her relatives wanted her to be kidnapped, she nodded her head slowly and he reached for her even as she flinched.

"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." He picked her up and held her to him, then turned on his heel and they were gone.

Holly was hiding her face against his shoulder when she heard, "Now you're bringing home human strays, Tom? Animals weren't enough for you?" The voice sighed.

"Lucius, she's very sick. It's Holly Potter."

The voice, Lucius apparently, gasped. Apparently her name or her health surprised him but she didn't understand why.

"Sick with what?"

"I think it's pneumonia. She was walking around with barely anything on, never mind a coat."

"Why the hell did she run off?! She deserves to be punished for that and likely will be! I certainly would Draco! Especially if he ran off without so much as a coat in this weather! There's scads of snow out there and it's absolutely freezing!"

"Calm Lucius." The man, Tom, held her tighter. "I don't think she ran."

"What?"

"I'll explain later. Get me Narcissa so she can help the child get well. We will be in the bedroom next to Draco's."

"Alright then."

There were footsteps going away from them and then Holly felt herself being carried up what must have been stairs.

"Mister?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you help me?"

"You're a child. A child that, if I'm right, was left somewhere in London and just happened to find your way into the Alley. Am I right?"

She nodded her head against his shoulder, tired and still coughing. She was surprised. If she had coughed on her uncle, she would have been beaten at the very least. Never mind that he never would have held her anyways.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Nope; this is not your fault at all."

He opened a door and a minute later, she was laying on what was really an extremely comfortable and large bed. Taking in her surroundings, she saw she was also in an extremely large bedroom that had three doors, though she didn't know what they led to.

The man sat on the bed beside her, resting his hand on her arm.

"Tell me what happened, please."

"They left me on the street outside the place I was in before some man let me in the Alley. He thought my parents were in the Alley."

"Why would they leave you?"

Holly looked away and tears instantly came to her eyes. He'd get rid of her too. "I'm a freak?"

"I see; why is that?"

"I can do stuff. I turned my teacher's hair blue and one time I was runnin' from my cousin and then I was on the roof."

She didn't expect to see the man grin. "That's not being a freak, dear. That's magic. Very impressive magic at such a young age, too."

"Magic isn't real." She quoted her uncle.

"I assure you it is and when we get you some medicine, I'll prove it."

Just then, a woman entered the bedroom. Her hair was blonde and she looked beautiful.

"Tom, what happened? All Lucius would say is you brought home a sick child."

"I brought home a sick Holly Potter who came from, if what I believe is correct, abusive relatives." Her accompanying flinch had them sharing a look.

"Alright. Dobby!"

"A house elf," Tom whispered to her.

The house elf, apparently, appeared out of nowhere. "Yes Mistress?"

"I need a fever reducer, a pepper up potion, and the potion for pneumonia. Now."

The elf disappeared then reappeared with three bottles of colored liquid and handed them to her.

"Sweetie, I need you to drink this for me."

Holly gave a disgusted face and shook her head. They smelled horrible, really.

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Drink them."

She immediately followed what she recognized as an order and minutes later was asleep.

Tom lifted her and Narcissa helped him tuck her under the blankets and they left the room, heading for the study.

"So you found her, that sick, in the Alley because her relatives decided to dump her on a random street in London?!" Narcissa seethed while Lucius asked Tom the question for the third time in the past hour.

"For the last time, Lucius, yes!"

"I'm sorry, it's just one kind of people would do that?!"

"Apparently they would."

Tom sighed and dropped his head in his hands. "We could do a blood adoption but I'm not sure she would want to after I explained that it would hurt to her."

"Don't be so sure. Something strikes me about her. Something…powerful. I felt a power shift in the wards when you apparated in that's what made me come out to meet you."

"How interesting."

Suddenly a blonde haired child came running in. "Mother, Father, there's a girl in the hallway outside my room!"

"The hallway?" The three adults spoke in unison, even as the five year old climbed into his mother's lap.

"Yeah! I told her everyone would be down here and now I'm here!"

At that moment, a small girl entered the room and stood in the doorway without moving farther into the room.

"Why did you bring me here?" She looked better and wasn't coughing which means the potions were working but she was still very sweaty from the fever. Tom beckoned her over and she obeyed, tensing when he lifted her into his lap. She was far too light. Draco was light for his age to begin with, but Holly was much lighter.

"Because no child should be left out like that. Especially at Christmas. I wanted to ask you something…"

She looked up at him curiously, her dark red hair stuck to her in several spots from being so overheated even though she was freezing personally.

"I wanted to know if you'd be interested in a blood adoption by me. You would then have three parents and some of my genes would be included. Your appearance might change slightly but I imagine mostly you'll look the same. Your name would be Holly Electra Riddle, but you could go by whichever name you wanted."

"You'd be my daddy?"

"Well…yes."

"Y-you want to?" Her eyes were wide with barely concealed hope. He just nodded and she hugged him tight around the neck, squeezing ridiculously tightly for one so small.

"Does that mean yes?"

She nodded, crying again. Why did females always have to cry?

The ritual was complete and he was right; she still looked remarkably similar to herself in some ways.

Her hair was still a dark blood red that didn't seem natural and her eyes were still a brilliant emerald green but now they were outlined in his violet. She had high, aristocratic cheekbones and she was still quite thin but destined to remain perfectly thin. She was taller though and looked healthier.

From the ritual, they had learned she had magical bindings on her and now he was in the process of removing them with Lucius' help.

As the bindings faded away, the magic of Holly Electra Riddle was more than doubled from its already powerful state, the scar that had spent four years in the center of her forehead disappeared and healed, and her vision became perfect.

They also knew she had a shapeshifter ability and metamorphmagus ability, but that appeared to be under perfect control.

Draco had wanted to watch and he had quickly decided he wanted to be friends with her.

Tom and Narcissa made plans to go clothes shopping the following day for her as well as shopping for her décor, which Narcissa insisted upon because "a girl should be able to decorate however she likes".

They all went to bed exhausted that night.

The following day saw Narcissa, Holly (who had decided to go by Electra), and her newly minted father in Diagon Alley at the robe shop. Narcissa insisted she needed more robes than either of the other two actually thought was necessary.

They allowed her to have her fun though with Electra acting as a Barbie doll for the woman.

An hour in and Electra admitted she was having quite a bit of fun. Narcissa was asking her opinion on colors. The only colors they steered away from was pink, orange and red. Black, green, blue, yellow, white, gray, brown and so many other colors ended up added to their piles in various styles of robes.

There were skirts, blouses, dresses and even some slacks also added in along with shoes in almost every style. Everything was color coded to match different sets of robes and outfits. She had at least six colors in every style of shoe purchased.

Since sizing was fully done, Electra and Tom had left Narcissa to finish off the Wizarding clothes as they headed to the writing shop and left a half hour later with her being supplied with plenty of things: eagle feather quills, rainbow dyed quills, rainbow ink, regular ink, ink in all different colors, parchment, a few journals, paperweights, and a couple writing desk sets so she would have more than one piece of various items.

They met Narcissa outside and she called for Dobby, ordering for everything to be taken back to the manor.

Next they went to a furniture shop. Two hours later, Dobby was taking the shrunken items back that, even shrunk, took up three quite large boxes.

They were soon in Muggle London and Narcissa apparated them to an Alley just outside of a large department store called Harrods which was her favorite, apparently.

Tom had left to go to a bookstore across the street and left his daughter to Narcissa's mercy.

It was several hours later when Electra returned to the her bedroom in the manor and began putting things away and, with Dobby's help, setting up her furniture and other pieces of décor.

She gave him specific instructions and set about putting her writing things at the large desk that had been purchased, her more summery and manor-only clothes in one closet, her winter specific and dresses for the balls in the second closet and her bathroom paraphernalia away in the bathroom.

It took her two hours to have everything put away but she finally fell backwards onto her bed.

Shopping was fun, but quite exhausting. She requested Dobby to bring her something that would give her more energy and he brought her a potion that he said was called a Pepper-Up potion.

She shrugged and downed it before passing the bottle it was in back to the elf who disappeared with a slight pop.

That being done, she headed back downstairs and in search of Narcissa who had said she could use a second set of eyes and a wand, which had also been purchased that day in a different alley called Knockturn, in the ballroom for the décor that was being set up for their apparently annual Yule Ball.

According to Narcissa, they had a Yule Ball on the 23rd, which was three days away and then a New Year's Ball on the 31st.

Narcissa had promised she would have quite a bit of fun and even more when she was older.

Electra had shrugged and convinced her surrogate mother/aunt to have the usual two balls with an offshoot ball for the kids held in a different room for after they greeted people with their parents.

She was fairly sure that other kids, like her, didn't want to spend the entire night with adults if they didn't have to and could have some fun.

So where the normal ball would be very elegant and have only the best food; the kids ball would be of a more fun type of décor with food kids actually wanted to eat and muggle soda, as it was something Electra was basically planning on her own over the next three days.

It was an easy plan—she pretty much had everything worked out and Narcissa was already sending an addendum to the original invitation that said the kids were to also bring normal clothes with them that they could change into.

She had agreed that the kids would likely have more fun if they had their own party to attend.

Tom had just been pleased that Electra was excited for this idea. If the kids liked it, her and Narcissa had decided it would be tradition with her planning the adult ball and Electra planning the kid's party.

Draco had been offered the ability to help Electra but had said it was women's work and wanted no part of it.

Electra had smirked her decidedly evil smile and tripped him which had made both Lucius and Tom chuckle and Narcissa cover her mouth to hide her own smile. Usually, she would have defended her son but the sexist remark was enough for her to realize he needed to handle his own battles sometimes.

Especially when they were against the Dark Lord's daughter.

AN: I like Electra. She's going to be the perfect pureblood wife-in-training where she will plan the balls with Narcissa, but she's also going to be able to be "one of the guys" and plan balls, hex Draco, play quidditch, hex Draco, make friends with both guys and girls, hex Draco, curse stupid Death Eaters, oh and did I mention hex Draco? XD Write again soon.

Next Chapter will have various times from age 5 to age 11. Some ages skipped, some ages having multiple moments included for that number. But there is your warning that next chapter will likely be more hectic than this one.

I do promise no more shopping until Chapter 3 though.

Love you all,

GK